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THE FORMAL DINNER
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THE FORMAL DINNER It was one of those dinners that I thought would be nothing but formalities marginally enhanced by boredom. It was a stag affair, so I expected only men would be in attendance. It turns out that our club had five women members whom I had not yet met and so things started looking up when I found out that one of them was sitting across from me. It was a formal dinner and I was in my tuxedo. I thought I looked pretty good, but my jaw dropped when I saw her. Katherine was about my age, tall and statuesque, but my eyes were drawn to her enhanced breasts that were barely covered by the top of her floor-length dress. She was in red and when she turned around, I noticed that her back was also bare. I was curious to see just how she managed to keep herself covered throughout the evening and began to pay attention. When we took our seats, I noticed that every man in the room had been watching her to see where she would sit. The seats were all reserved and so we didn’t have any choices at all. Good for me as it turned out. The dinner progressed and the normal dinner talk happened. Every time that I looked at Katherine, my eyes would inevitably drop to a spot that was much lower than her eyes and of course she noticed. She kept adjusting her wrap self-consciously each time she caught me looking at her breasts. I was getting uncomfortable under the table as I watched the gentle rise and fall of those magnificent orbs. At some point, I reached down and undid my zipper to make myself more comfortable and my rigid cock had some breathing room. She must have notice me adjusting myself because it wasn’t much later when I felt her bare foot rubbing my calf and slowly moving upwards and resting in my lap. My cock barely covered by my underwear was slowly and gently being massaged by her foot. I looked up, red-faced, but she was talking to the guy next to her and pretending that nothing else was happening (which was OK by me). The dinner continued with interminable courses and speeches, with serving staff moving around the room and filling up wine glasses and changing plates etc and yet no one had an inkling about what was going on under the table. I was very turned on but not even close to cumming. At some point in time, the dinner ended and we all had to stand up and exit the dining hall and return to the bar. My tuxedo jacket covered my erection and the fly that I had managed to do up before standing. Before we moved, I caught her eye and winked at her. She blushed a little and looked away. I followed her with my eyes and watched her hips swaying provocatively and the bare back moving slowly away from me towards the bar. I followed her to the bar, put my hand on her waist and asked if I could buy her a drink. There was electricity going from her waist to my hand. My erection was straining at my pants. I leaned into her and pressed my throbbing member against her thigh. I felt her tremble and move her leg ever so slowly. I needed release so I excused myself and headed to the men’s room. I didn’t realize it, but she followed me in and when she locked the door behind her, I practically ran across the room and she was in my arms with my tongue deep into her eager mouth. She took off my jacket as I was kissing her and somehow found a place to hang it. My hands were on her smooth back slowly moving down to her perfect ass. I squeezed before starting to pull up her dress. I caressed the outside of her bare thighs and moved my hands under her dress and squeezed her ass – it was not covered – she had been wearing nothing underneath the entire evening and I was more turned on than ever. I stroked her inner thigh and discovered that it was slick from her<b> juices running </font></b>down. I was ready to explode, so it was time to slow things down. I went on my knees and started to worship her beautiful, shaved pussy; inhaling her musk as I licked her thighs all the way up to part her petals and tease her clit. She moved one leg over my shoulder so that I could get better access and moving one hand up her leg I slowly inserted two fingers inside her wet pussy. She was humping my face slowly and holding my hair tightly, pulling me into her. I slid my fingers in and out of her hot, wet hole, licking her furiously with my tongue. I pulled out my fingers all covered with her juices and slowly put one back in while the other went slowly into her butt. Slowly, wetly, she continued humping my face as my fingers went in and out of her two holes. All of a sudden, she started to speed up, pulling my hair tightly as she pulled my head into her crotch feverishly. My fingers were working in and out and my tongue was licking her clit and then without any warning, she came all over my face with a scream loud enough to wake the dead. I kept my tongue working and my fingers moving feeling her shuddering each time she came. Finally, I felt her let go of my hair, move her leg off my shoulder and start to go limp. I pulled my fingers free, gave her pussy one last lick and stood up. Her dress was still up over her hips. I undid my pants, let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them, then pressed into her as she backed up to the wall. I wanted her, but not like this. I moved her over to the sink and bent her over and put her hands on the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. I wanted to see those perfect tits and so I slid her shoulder straps down over her arms and lowered the top of her dress so that they swung freely. I moved behind her, grabbed my hard cock and rubbed it up and down her thighs, then across her ass. I looked into the mirror and watched her tits swaying as she wiggled her ass against my raging cock. I bent my knees slightly and stood up while inserting my cock into her soaking wet pussy. She moved back into me, meeting my slow and gentle thrusts. I put my hands on her hips so that I could control our movement. Slowly in and out of her, watching her in the mirror. Her head was down and her long golden hair hung down and I couldn’t see her face. Her tits swaying gently, turning me on even more. My thrusts were getting deeper and longer and I started pounding her for all I was worth. The foreplay during dinner, the smell of her pussy still in my moustache and my cock buried deep in her pussy. In and out, faster and harder, her hips moving back into me rhythmically. Harder and deeper, faster and faster until I could hold out no longer. With one final thrust, I let go the biggest load that I can remember and filled her up. I slowed down my thrusting but wanted to make sure that she got every drop I could spill. As my shuddering subsided, I stayed inside her but pulled her back into me so that I could finally put my hands around those perfect globes. I squeezed them gently, her nipples already erect and standing proud. I flicked her nipples slowly as she put her head back on my shoulder. I kissed her cheek and her neck and my tongue found her ear and I licked it gently. I don’t know how long we stood like that, but at some point, we realized that we would be missed so we disengaged from each other cleaned ourselves up and got properly dressed again and went and rejoined the party. I haven’t seen her since, but there is a good bet that our paths will cross in the near future and until then, I will be dreaming of a re-run of our little adventure. |
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